The wind grew even colder as the group climbed higher into the mountains.
Snow whipped against their cloaks and hoods, each step crunching beneath thick boots.
The path narrowed dangerously, forcing them to walk single file along frozen ledges that sloped steeply downward into oblivion.
Dario led the way, his straw hat dusted with snow, hands behind his back like a man out for a casual stroll despite the deadly drop just meters to the side.
Thorn walked beside him when the trail widened again, glancing up at the craggy path ahead. "So where exactly are we headed now?"
Dario grinned, not breaking stride. "See that cliff face up ahead? Once we climb it, we'll reach the edge of the Shiver Ridge."
"Shiver Ridge? Is that encouraging news?"
